So ummm... This is way longer than I originally intended. So much so that this has become a chapter and the next chapter has become the short epilogue.
Also... At the beginning I know I said that the last chapter was just gonna be pure sex. That's because I figured that the third chapter was gonna be the last one. But then I found that I just couldn't leave it there, so I wrote more. I just didn't want to be called a liar. :) So with that out of the way, on to the story.

Ch. 4 - This Fate Thing

That was pretty much the best quest for anything. Ever. Hands down. I mean, ever.

I guess that's how we ended up waking up on her living room floor the next afternoon. I was really glad it was Sunday, cause there was no way either of us were going to class. Hell, I was surprised she could walk.

See, the great thing about having sex with a porn writer is that they're up for anything. Really. Anything. Most of the time, they're the one who comes up with the crazy ideas.

And the great thing about having sex with a girl you've had a huge crush on for a year who's also had a crush on you is that all the crazy, awesome, amazing sex actually means something. And that when you're not having crazy, awesome, amazing sex, you've still got this crazy, awesome, amazing relationship.

That's how we ended up lying on her living room floor for hours after we woke up, just talking. (Okay, and kinda kissing a little, too. I swear, she's the horniest girl I've ever met. Not that I've got any problem with that.)

Turns out, she's from this really rich family. Grew up in this little town, in Virginia. A town full of good, moral, old-fashioned, very Christian people. Got into writing innocently enough, writing little fiction stories in middle school, then working for her school paper and taking a bunch of literature classes in high school. Her parents were dead-set against her becoming a writer, insisting instead that she take business classes and go out and become a CEO of some big company, down south in Mississippi.

And that idea, she was dead-set against. Her passion was writing. And she wasn't going to give it up anytime soon.

Meanwhile, her parents got divorced, leaving her with her father, the stricter of the two. He was never home, and she... Well, stumbled upon a little forbidden fiction. Got hooked. Started writing.

Which was fine, until she turned eighteen. The summer after her senior year, her father got suspicious about her realtionship with some boy, and went through her computer. Lo and behold, there was the entire rough draft of 'Close And Personal'. (Which, of course, had nothing to do with the boy, but was, obviously, much worse.)

Needless to say, he was furious. He kicked her out of the house, pretty much disowned her, and, through her old high school friend, Tenten, she found her way here. She had nothing but a rough draft, a penname, and what she could bring of her old room. But it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she still had the story. He had not taken away her writing career, and it became the most important thing in her life.

"And that's why I write." She had finished.

"Wow." I had said, impressed but saddened by her story. "He disowned you for writing?"

"Well, mostly for what I wrote. I was... Dirty, he said. Sick. Perverted. That I was a sinner."

"Oh... I think you're just fine the way you are. You're perfect. I mean, you could have done worse things. There are worse sins than writing."

"That's what I would have told him. Had he given me the chance. It's been almost two years now, since I've even seen his face. I figured, if he's gonna give up on me, why shouldn't I give up on him?"

"What about the rest of your family?"

"Disowned me too. Nobody really challenges my father."

"Shame." I started, wanting to go into some long declaration, but... Not really having the words.

"I know. So I basically just took my two personalities and started over. Nobody knew me here. I liked it that way. I still do... Well, except you, of course. I always wanted you to know me. I was always way too scared to talk to you."

"Ah, I'm not much."

"I beg to differ."

"So," I started, half so we wouldn't have that really cheesy argument, and half because I was genuinely curious. "Did you... Plan all this? The book signing? The secret meeting?"

She paused for the shortest moment and smiled before answering me. "Nope. It was pure chance. Fate had it in for us."

"I'm starting to like this 'fate' thing."

"Me too. Led me to you, after all."

And, fate had it, that five years later, we were engaged and living together.

After this, there's a veryshort little epilogue, just because I couldn't resist writing this last scene.